"Tch" Rubbing her Jaw, Grave shakes her head in annoyed disappointment. "Mercenary, and Digger, one digs the hole, and the other falls in, how it is, how it will be, and how the story ends." She says in her singsong tune from before. The Man wasn't too bad looking, from what limited interest she had in such things, but she wasn't sure he would be of use to her, though it was rare for a man to take interest in her, and what few she took interest in were always put off by her stalking and clinging nature.
"Look Axeman, you are going off to war, I'm not. And I've dug enough soldier graves to know not to be given on waiting for them, least the next time I see yah it'll be digging your grave. An'the only thing I need a mans help for is to fix up my mansion, can you swing a hammer as well as that axe?..You don't know anything about me at all..you're crazy.." As if she was one to talk.
Staring at him with her wide eyed deadly gaze she decides to take a small interest in him, and would stalk him for a bit just to see what kind of man he was at least. "So tell yah what, I work on contracts, If you come back alive, and I'm still alive then, then we'll fight on these terms, an'wit live steel."
Going over to pick up her pratice halberd, she does the most curious of things, throwing it towards the nobles section of seating where the royal guests were. At the booing of the growd, and an attempt to restrain her by a guard, she headbutts one of them in the face like before, showing she had plenty of power left.
(Has to be done)
Stretching her arms out to the side, as she kicks down yet another guard and walks about she yells at the crowd. "ARE YOU NOT ENTERAINED? IS THIS NOT WHY YOU ARE HERE!?"
Looking direct at the King with a Smirk, then the crowd.
"Do any of you wish to fight me huh? Sport? Glory? Honor? Piss on that, life and money tis what I want. All ye'll get is ta see my face, as I push my cart with a smile, as I collect your dead sons, borthers, and fathers. The glory of the dead, and the goddamn holes you have ta dig is a hell of a sight, and yee prattle it about with your bullshit honor and games, then decide to host a wedding with a declaration O'war, fuck'n happy times ehh!? Shit on the Lot of yah I say. They Say I ain't educated, aye its true, but least I ain't happy about the buisness boom coming my way."
Lowering her arms at the crowd, she turns her attention to the judges box.
"Oi, yah Shitter, Axeman, here wins the round, let him take the bloody damn title." Walking for the Exit she snatches up her shovel Halberd as the two guards stare at her with one hand on his sword.
"What makes you think yah can just leave after that?"
Staring her own glare at him as she raises her so called shovel over her head the undertaker grins. "And what makes ya think any of you are gonna stop me before I kill the better part of yah?"
With that the man moves out of her way. Forefitting the battle and making it clear what she thought on the whole situation, she wouldn't be surprised if some trouble came her way at least briefly. |